Thursday, September 23, 2010

The Trail

No props, decorations, costumes, or lighting required.


Image by Troy B Thompson.

5 comments:

Necropolis said...

Beautiful picture. So many broken ankles would occur on that trail if it were used. That could be the "fear" aspect of it.

Drop Gallow said...

Made me think of this:

THE FRIGHTENED PATH
by Abbie Farwell Brown

The wood grew very quiet
As the road made a sudden turn;
Then a wavering, furtive path crept out
From the tangled briar and fern.
"Where does it lead?" I asked the child;
She shivered and shook her head.
"It does n't lead to any place,
It is running away!" she said.
"It is running away on tiptoe
Through the untrodden grass,
To join the cheerful highroad,
Where real, live people pass.
"It runs from a heap of ruins
Where a home stood in old days;
But nothing living goes there now,
And — Nothing Living stays!"

CB said...

Super creepy.

Jay's Shadow said...

....even though lighting in that area would look great.

The Frog Queen said...

Wow, looks just like where I grew up! I loved taking trails through the woods!

Hummmm....Now I know where my dark side comes from :)

Nice poem....

Cheers!